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I drifted down a moon-lit path
down by a silvery stream
I sang the songs the lovers sing
and dreamt the dreams they dream

But how my heart ached
inside my star-lit soul
a dim, precarious ledge
on which my heart then stopped.

As I twisted, turned and tumbled
down that steep ridge
I see the stars winking at me
but I can’t smile back.
♠ ♠ ♠
1995 September 15